Forsaken Angels:
Chapter XIII—Screams of the Past
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A/N: Sorry it took so long to update! I've been having tests and stuff get in the way. That and I've had the fun job of dealing with some bishounen. ^_^ Okay so it wasn't horrible, but they could talk some more. Right guys?
Seeu: …………
Kagami: …………..
R-iiii-ght. So, yeah. I've been busy! ^_^ I've also been trying to write a PWP to my favorite book and being unsuccessful. FORGIVE ME! So yeah, that's it! This might be a short chapter because I'm still suffering from writer's block. BYE!
Disclaimer: @_@;; Jhonen giving me Planet Leader when I'm supposed to be ficcing isn't very nice. ~swoons over the bishies anyways~
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Todd sat drinking the tea while Eff began his usual banter on this and that. It really wasn't that he disliked Eff…no it was more on the lines that he wished Eff would enjoy "Quiet Time" once in awhile.
How is it that someone can act so serious one moment and become a babbling idiot the next? Oh, Todd was just bitter about not being able to talk to Pepito. It was somewhat important.
How long HAD he been sitting and drinking tea with Eff?
Giving a short glance at the clock, Todd nearly fell out of his chair—which did not go unnoticed by Eff.
"Is something wrong?"
"…We've been sitting here for five hours." Todd sweatdropped.
"Yes. Isn't it nice?"
"…..umm….yes?" Todd sweatdropped again.
"See!" Eff clapped his hands together.
"Do you think Pepito's up now?"
"Oh no, he has a slow recovery time."
"Five hours worth?"
"Maybe?" Eff looked to the right in somewhat of a nervous fashion.
"Eff…are you lying to…"
A loud scream stopped the conversation dead in its tracks. The scream began and ended in a strange melody that struck a deep cord in both Todd and Eff. Gripping Schmee close to his chest, Todd felt frightened, but not for himself.
"T-That sounds like …" Todd got up running to the guest room, Eff right behind him. "JOHNNY!"
Running into the room, Todd ran right into Pepito's chest.
"Pepito?!" Todd tried to look into the room where all the screams were coming from. "Johnny!?"
"Todd you should wait…"
"NO! I've been waiting for the LAST five HOURS! I'VE been worried sick!" Todd finally snapped. He was sick of being treated like he was going to break. He wasn't! He was stronger now. At least…he thought so. "Is…that Johnny?"
"Yes. You should wait…he's somewhat volatile."
"Is everything alright?" Eff asked quietly. "I thought it was dangerous…"
"You knew!" Todd glared at Eff. "YOU KNEW! I was worried and…"
"Todd…please calm down. It's not Eff or my fault. Johnny came here…"
"Johnny!" Todd nearly forgotten, as he pushed past Pepito, to the Antichrist's surprise.
Johnny was twisting and screaming on the bed. His arms reached out to an unknown person. To Todd's surprise, Johnny….Johnny was crying.
"MOTHER!" He shot up, nearly hitting Todd in the process.
"Johnny…Johnny are you alright?" Todd asked quietly.
Looking at Todd, Johnny blinked a few times—chasing away the memories he had just seen. Pepito and Eff remained at the door, but remained quiet.
A silence descended over the room.
"He killed her."
"Who?" Todd asked quietly.
"My mother."
"Who….who killed her?"
"….My father."
"WHAT?!" All three of them were in shock.
Johnny, however, reached out grabbing onto Todd. Burying his head in Todd's chest—where he was holding Schmee—he began to cry. To mourn as he had not when he had the chance. He soon began to babble but not to anyone in the room…but to himself.
Todd and the others listened quietly to the tale, feeling all the more sorry for Johnny.
His father had murdered his mother. She was innocent! If anyone was to die, it should have been him! He had taken a gun out and shot her. That simple. That destructive. Johnny had seen all the blood spattered on the walls of the kitchen. HER kitchen.
Then, he turned and looked at Johnny. The eyes that stared at Johnny were not the eyes of his father. They were of the broken mirrors of the mind. His father had to put up with his wife being a prostitute, a son he didn't want, and a job he didn't wish for. He had finally snapped.
Johnny had been filled with fear—would his father kill him? All his father mouthed to Johnny was: "I'm sorry." The gun went off a second time…and that was the last.
His father's body lay next to his mother's, their blood mingling with one another's. Johnny had then been broken. There was no fixing him now. He would not accept what had happened! A bad man killed his family…not his father! NO! His father was kind if not overworked. Never his father.
It was the lie he fed himself every day since their deaths. Johnny had run away from the scene, in search of a man that did not exist, only to find himself in a shack a few years down the road…that's when he became what Todd and the others knew now.
The tears from Johnny had wet Schmee but the bear was not complaining.
Even Schmee was not that cold.
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TBC?
C&C are welcome.
I hope you aren't too disappointed with this chapter! Sorry again! Bye bye!